Out for our Saturday morning errands, the three of us passed a man sweeping the gutters in front of an apartment building. And the inquisition began:
Robert: What is that man doing?
Me: He’s cleaning the street.
Robert: Is he sweeping?
Me: Yes. He’s using a very large broom.
Robert: What is he sweeping, Daddy?
Me: Leaves and stuff.
Robert: And is there poop?
Me: Maybe, but I think it’s mostly leaves.
Robert: I think it’s mostly poop.
